I Weep
--I weep-- Not as the young do noisily, Not as the aged rustily, But quietly. Drop by drop the great tears Splash upon my hands, And save you saw them shine, You would not know I wept.
Angelina Weld Grimké
--I weep-- Not as the young do noisily, Not as the aged rustily, But quietly. Drop by drop the great tears Splash upon my hands, And save you saw them shine, You would not know I wept.
The speaker is weeping, but not in a way that draws attention. She does not cry loudly like the young or with the rough, worn-out sound of the aged. Her weeping is quiet and controlled. Big tears fall slowly, one by one, onto her hands.
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